Feng Feng saw the two talking and immediately put down her knife. She looked at the old man curiously and couldn't help asking curiously, "Are you Aunt Sheng's elder?"
Jian Feng chuckled, "I'm a close friend of your Aunt Sheng, and if you like, you can call me Grandpa Feng."
The sword wind was really unfamiliar to Fengfeng. She stammered and didn't dare to call out loud.
Jianfeng didn't care. When he entered the house and saw the cat's nest, his eyes suddenly lit up. He walked over quickly and grabbed Wang Tuo's neck and lifted him up without saying a word.
"You kid, you don't even say hello when you see your elders?"
Wang Tuo made a few ferocious gestures in the air, but he was no match for Jian Feng. He could only roll his eyes in annoyance and said in a voice transmission:
"Grandpa Sword Crazy, I'm wrong, isn't that enough? Fengfeng is still here, put me down quickly!"
Jianfeng then let go with a smile. Wang Tuo regained his freedom and immediately disappeared.
Feng Feng saw this scene and immediately lost her shyness. She said in surprise, "Grandpa Feng, Uncle Wang isn't hiding from you."
"Of course. I watched your uncle grow up under my watch."
Jianfeng said with a smile, but his tone was a little complicated, as he thought of the old demon king.
Fengfeng was young and naive, so naturally she couldn't hear much emotion in his words, she was just envious.
Ten years have passed, and Uncle Wang has become an old cat, but she has never touched him once. She really wants to know what it feels like to touch Uncle Wang.
Xiang Sheng was standing nearby, and seeing the old man and the young chatting happily, he didn't interrupt. Instead, he turned around, took the new tea leaves, and dropped them into the boiling teapot.
"Fengfeng, are you learning swordsmanship?"
Jian Feng sat down, glanced at the knife on the table, and then asked in a gentle voice: "You seem to be still young, have you ever thought about going to Xizhou to practice Taoism?"
"Cultivation?"
Feng Feng scratched his head, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Grandpa Feng, are you talking about the rumor about the immortal who went to Xizhou a few years ago?"
Jian Feng was immediately surprised, "Why, your aunt Sheng didn't tell you?"
"Yes."
Feng Feng nodded: "Aunt Sheng also said that the rumor is true. But what's the point of practicing Taoism? I just want to be with Daddy and don't want to go so far away."
Jian Feng was stunned when these words came out, and then he smiled bitterly: "You are right, but there is nothing good about it."
Practicing Taoism, like him, in the end it was all in vain, with only long-lasting pain and loneliness left.
Life is short, but if you can live a peaceful and tranquil life with your loved ones, isn’t that a kind of happiness?
The two chatted for a while longer. Feng Feng glanced at the sky outside, then grabbed the Tang sword and smiled brightly, "Grandpa Feng, I'm going to practice with my sword. You have to stay in the city for a few more days. I want you to help me capture Uncle Wang."
"well……"
Jianfeng agreed repeatedly, watched Fengfeng leave, and pushed a cup of brewed tea in front of him.
"This is just ordinary, crude tea. I don't know if it suits your taste."
Jian Feng glanced at Xiang Sheng, who was sitting opposite him, picked up the cup and took a sip, then praised: "It's plain and simple, just what I like."
"That's good."
Xiang Sheng smiled faintly, without saying anything, and flipped his hand, a bead as black as ink appeared in his palm.
A wisp of cold air emanated from the surface of the bead, instantly covering the entire wall of the calligraphy studio with a layer of frost. It was then blocked by an invisible restriction, preventing anyone from seeing outside.
Jian Feng stared at the bead with a serious expression: "Resentment Bead, in just ten years, you have truly condensed it as promised."
Xiang Sheng put away the resentment bead and smiled lightly: "I would also like to thank you for the condensation method."
Jian Feng shook his head slightly. "We are only mutually beneficial. Why should I thank you? The wisp of pure energy you gave me seven years ago has been refined into the Heavenly Dao. I am now much more confident in containing resentment. I can start at any time."
Xiang Sheng nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then let's set it for tomorrow at noon. When the Yang energy is at its strongest, the resentment will be easier to suppress."
"good!"
Jian Feng agreed immediately, and the serious atmosphere between the two of them dissipated and became much more relaxed.
Jian Feng took a sip of tea and continued, "You spend all day in this secular town. Do you know that Dongzhou has become quite chaotic since the monks left?"
Xiang Sheng poured tea calmly and replied without looking up, "Senior, are you talking about the incident of the rogue cultivators causing chaos?"
Although condensing the resentment bead took up most of her energy, it did not make her turn a deaf ear to what was happening outside.
Although ninety-nine percent of the cultivators cannot resist the temptation of improving their spiritual roots, with so many cultivators, there are always a few who are content with the status quo and just want to stay in Dongzhou and act tyrannically.
As soon as Jiang Yi and his group left, the lower-level cultivators lost their intimidation. As time went by, they gradually relaxed their stance and became somewhat lawless.
Jian Feng was surprised to hear that Xiang Sheng actually knew about this. "If you know, why don't you do something about it? If too many mortals die in vain, I'm afraid the resentment in the earth's core will quickly grow again."
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips and smiled, then asked instead, "It seems that Senior has tried it before? How was the effect?"
"What else can I do?"
Jian Feng smiled bitterly: "If the effect is immediate, would I still ask you?"
In the past few years, whenever he saw monks causing trouble, he would kill them all. However, this was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. After a while, there would always be those who were not afraid of death and would emerge.
Moreover, many wars broke out between the mortal kingdoms in the secular world under the secret manipulation of monks, and a large number of mortals died. He was unable to control it even if he wanted to.
"Five years."
Xiang Sheng lowered his eyes and sipped his tea, then slowly said, "This is the date agreed upon between Li Yu and me. Within five years, the Myriad Veins Sword Sect will send disciples to maintain order in Dongzhou."
As soon as these words were spoken, Jian Feng's face suddenly darkened.
It has been seven years since the westward migration, and he has not seen a single disciple of the Wanmai Sword Sect.
"There are only two possibilities. Either the Myriad Veins Sword Sect is ruthless, or...something unexpected has happened."
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